Being in Touch

[image error]Back in the olden days, when I was 13 and we moved from Greenwich Village to rural Massachusetts, and long-distance phone calls were expensive–particularly calls made during the day–the way I had of keeping in touch with friends was to write letters. Which I did, some. But 13-year-old girls are not always punctilious about returning letters right away, and gradually the friendships I had outside of school sort of fell away. My position, socially, at the school I had attended from age 4 onward...